A Poem for Monday

Posted by: Richenda at Monday June 2, 2014 in

We are digital
neo-nomads in a mobile world,
tribal contacts. I,
I am networked in.
My home village
swirls inside the netherspace.
It is cosmologic, a miracle.
I exist in the distance,
my arms outstretched,
—can you feel my fingertips,
do you read
my interconnectivity. My cellphone,
it stays within my reach, and yet,
I am out of touch.

Commenting is closed for this article.